2. Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us; Till morning cometh, watch, O Master, o’er us; In soul and body Thou from harm defend us, Thine angels send us. 3. Let pious thoughts be ours when sleep o’ertakes us, Our earliest thoughts be Thine when morning wakes us; All day serve Thee, in all that we are doing Thy praise pursuing. 4. Through Thy Beloved soothe the sick and weeping And bid the captive lose his griefs in sleeping; Widows and orphans, we to Thee commend them, Do Thou befriend them. 5. We have no refuge, none on earth to aid us, Save Thee, O Father, who Thine own hast made us: But Thy dear presence will not leave them lonely Who seek Thee only. 6. Father, Thy name be praised, Thy kingdom given; Thy will be done on earth as ’tis in heaven; Give daily bread, forgive our sins, deliver Us now and ever. Bohemian Brethren, 1566; C. Winkworth, tr., a. 39 L. M. Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far His power prolongs my days; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of His grace. 2. Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But He forgives my follies past And gives me strength for days to come. 3. I lay my body down to sleep; Peace is the pillow for my head; His ever-watchful eye will keep Its constant guard around my bed. 4. Faith in Thy name forbids my fear; Oh, may Thy presence ne’er depart! And in the morning may I bear Thy loving-kindness on my heart! Isaac Watts, 1709, a. and abr. 40 10s Abide with me! fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide! When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me! 2. Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou, who changest not, abide with me! 3. Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord, Familiar, condescending, patient, free, Come not to sojourn, but abide with me. 4. Come not in terrors, as the King of kings, But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings; Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; O Friend of sinners, thus abide with me! 5. Thou on my head in early youth didst smile, And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile, Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee: On to the close, O Lord, abide with me!